FIERCED 3: Finale of the Stepbrother Raider Romance Series Read online

“Hallo to you too,” she says, smiling bigger than I’ve ever seen. Her lips like plump plums pleading to be bitten into.

  “I said, did he hurt you.”

  “I know you did. It seems to be your usual mode of greeting as far as I’m concerned.”

  The tension in my upper body floods out of me when she makes a joke like that and I know she’s okay. Not only okay. I can tell she’s excited to see me as much as I am her. It’s going to be a good night.

  “Well I took care of that other asshole that hurt you too, baby. I promised no one would ever hurt you and I’m a man of my word.”

  “Baby?? What happened to Principessa? Have I been demoted?”

  “There’s no higher royalty than being my baby, at least in my book.”

  “But you were so mad at me. You barely spoke to me the entire ride out of Africa.”

  “I’m sorry, Babe. I should never have brought you back in a rage. I guess I was part messed up about how fast everything went between us and part guilty about Tenley wanting more out of me.”

  “So you and her are a thing?”

  “No. We had a thing at one time but we aren’t a thing and I never led her to believe it was more than it was, I promise you.”

  “Sometimes us girls get carried away with our fantasies. Magical thinking let us easily transform our wishes into reality.”

  “That’s why us guys have the tendency to freak out when we get close. We know that after great sex and sometimes even bad sex, a woman gets herself involved to the point that she can’t let go.”

  “Which category did I come under?” I can’t resist asking and Rocco’s lips curl into a filthy secret smile as he leans his solid upper body toward me. Those lips come close to my ear so I feel his warm breath on my neck.

  “You know as well as I do that was the greatest sexual encounter ever. Your body fits into mine and mine in yours like a key in a lock.”

  “You unlocked me that night.”

  “And you me, babe, and you me. I just had a hard time letting you in.”

  “I think I like that revelation.”

  “Here’s another. Have I told you yet how shockingly beautiful you look tonight?’

  “So you like the princess gown and updo?”

  “I like it. I like you in a baggy muscle shirt of mine with your hair all blowing. I like you naked and sweaty underneath me. I guess I just like you.”

  The body at our feet starts to stir and Rocco lifts his arm from the floor to drag him toward the stairs.

  “Miss Saint James, your father’s looking for you. He wants you inside.” The most stupid of the black suit brigade, a headphone wearing automaton is staring at me as though I’m one of the delectable canapes on a platter. He doesn’t notice Rocco hauling the body to the stairwell where water is lapping at the lower steps. My devil bad boy grins at me from behind the wall of dumb man meat and pulls the mask, the protruding, almost explicit, mask from the body on the ground and I gasp.

  Of course.

  Why hadn’t I recognized that slimy silken voice? Because he put a frog in his throat like a laryngitis patient precisely so I wouldn’t recognize him. Rocco identifies the prone body of Ryan in the same moment I do and with a shove of his foot, rolls the body into the water. He steps back out onto the terrace wearing the depraved disguise.

  “Come along then, Ms. Saint James,” He takes my arm to lead me away from the controller and toward the parry. “I think it’s time you introduced me to your father.”

  “Are you nutso?” I hiss as we enter the party, now crowded with revelers all wearing masks. “My dad will know it’s you in a flash and your mom’s here somewhere.”

  “Let’s see how clever Pappy is. And as for Monica Moviestar, she’d have to stop flirting with all these gilt mirrors long enough to notice my appearance.”

  His hard fingertips grip the flesh of my arm deliciously and shivers of lusty hunger run through my body so I can hardly stand. I want to press myself into him, feel his arms encircle me and crush me into him. Never let me go. I want him inside of me pressing deep into my inner channel, stretching me open for him, claiming me and making me his once more.

  As though reading my mind, he swirls me into his arms and onto the dance floor. We rest in the crush of bodies, our own joined skin to skin, searing heat all the way from temple to toe.

  “Don’t ever leave me again,” I murmur into his neck. His strong heartbeat pulsating against my lips.

  “I should never have left you there in that doll house,” he whispers into my hair. I feel his hot breath against my temple and it’s all I can do not to pull his mouth into mine right there in front of all Italian society. “But I came back for you.”

  “I want you so bad.”

  “I want you too, baby. I need your sweet pussy wrapped around me, tugging me further inside you like I never needed anything before. It’s worse than a desert thirst.”

  Now I’m alight and glowing with excitement for what’s coming next.

  And then he’s back – the security agents have jostled rudely through the dancers and whisk me away from Rocco before I know what’s happening. Suddenly jolted out of our intimate plans, Rocco cannot reach out for me fast enough and before I know it, I’m lined up with my father and the step-mommy for the eyes of the world. The ballroom lights lower and my photos of the raid at the camp blast up onto a screen.

  The room is stunned into silence at the pictures of suffering and senseless violence. I scan the crowd for signs of Rocco but I can’t locate him anywhere. Perhaps he went to the bar, or to see about dealing with Ryan. I don’t get it. How could he leave right at this moment? When everyone is finally exposed to the injustice and when I need him at my side.

  The second the lights come back up, my father interrupts the applause to make the announcement that he will indeed run for the presidency of the United States. Despite the advance warning as we came into the party, I’m still stunned into shock at what this entails. If I thought FBI control over my life was bad, now I’m going to be nothing but a sock puppet.

  It’s over an hour of pumping the flesh and answering the same inane questions about whether I’m excited to be back with my family and proud to be a presidential daughter. Would it be impossible for them to ask a question less than completely moronic? It appears it would. I haven’t noticed much intelligence in most journalists, who are only really looking for the next big car crash.

  All that time I’m searching and scanning the sea of faces for the most sexy and handsome one I’ve ever seen, without success. For an instant I’m crushed. Maybe he’s found some supermodel type in the crowd that he’d rather come on to. He can have any woman in the stratosphere.

  Then I put that stupid insecurity out of my mind. Rocco may be a player but he’s honest and his integrity is something he lives by. I feel adored and safe with him, knowing he’d never hurt me.

  And then I get my reason.

  “If you’re looking for your step brother you can stop. He’s gone,” my father hisses through a clenched grin for the photographers who can’t stop shooting the same picture of our happy family. How the fuck many do they need?

  “What have you done to him?”

  “You didn’t think that pathetic vulgar mask would hide him, seriously? You should know by now, Darling, that nothing gets by me.”

  “I’m really tempted to tell all these journalists what you’re really like. And how you’ve allowed yourself to be influenced by that Mafia boss since we’ve been in Italy.”

  For a moment Daddy’s grin collapses then he manages to plaster it back on as he gives his new bride a kiss on the hand.

  “You didn’t think I knew nothing about that, seriously?”

  “I suggest you play nice if you ever want to see your precious step brother again.”

  Chapter FIVE

  My father’s stony words send chills along my nerve endings. I’m sure he cares nothing for his step son and is only interested in one thing. I too have only one thou
ght in my mind.

  “What did you do to him? Where is he?”

  “Far far away by now, And that’s where he’ll remain until we return to the States. I don’t want your vulnerable mind corrupted.”

  “Smile Lisa. This way Lisa. How glad are you to back home safe with your Father and beautiful new mother?” the press rats shout at me.

  “You couldn’t possibly imagine,” I reply. Then as they turn back to Monica, I add: “Those photos you saw earlier of the camp in Algeria were taken by me recently. It’s a project I plan to continue, highlighting injustice to refugee women and children in Africa and around the world.”

  A spontaneous burst of applause resounds through my ears and mind, drowning out all the reporter’s questions about when had I gone to Africa and wasn’t it desperately dangerous for an Ambassador’s daughter.

  “Yes it was risky. Let’s just say I had an exceptionally astute bodyguard taking care of me.”

  “And we’re so delighted to have her with us once again,” Monica interrupts, pulling the attention back to herself. “I for one am more than excited to become the first Italian First Lady and I hope the wonderful American people will welcome me as much as I look forward to working for them.”

  Oh she’s good. She’ll make an ideal political wife.

  When we get back to the hotel, I hear the lock turn on the door to my suite. The only other entrance is through Monica and my father’s presidential room and it’s hardly necessary to lock that as well but they do so. But not before my father has the last word.

  “Tomorrow you’ll have a minder with you for your security.” He strokes my cheek lovingly. Fake loving. “I don’t want anyone hurting you again.”

  Tears prick at my eyes but I tear into the soft flesh of my cheek and tongue with my teeth rather than allow him the satisfaction of seeing my defeat.

  He’s changed so drastically from the man who loved his little daughter, the only child. It must be true what they say about power corrupting because it seems my father has lost all contact with reality or feeling for humanity. He sees people only as what they can do for him and to advance him further. This must be how despots come to power.

  Once the key is turned in the door, I let one fat old tear roll down my cheek as I wonder when and how I’ll ever see Rocco again. I pray to all the gods that he’s safe and the government agencies haven’t mysteriously disappeared him which sound nutso except it seems to happen with strange regularity. But I’m not going to be a baby and throw myself on the bed in a fit. Rocco wouldn’t respect that. I know he’d want me to be strong and keep going with my dreams never losing sight of the moment we can be together again. It will happen however long it takes, we will find each other. So long as he keeps himself safe for me.

  I tear down the zipper of the beautiful and ridiculous frothy gown and let it drop to the soft silk rug. Rocco’s words echo in my ears. “You look beautiful.”

  It was the look in his eyes that made me tremble, the love and adoration I saw there was undeniable. I need cleansing from the paparazzi and the slick lies through this evening so I walk into the massive marble bathroom and step into the huge walk-in shower with a rain head and a massager. The Italians sure know how to do appliances.

  The water streams over my swollen and exhausted body and I see my reflection in the mirror glass. My nipples are huge protruding pellets of hunger, unable to forget Rocco’s earlier twisting and tugging. I let the water course against them hard then tumble down between my thighs where the need is even more urgent.

  I use the oversize bar of fragrant soap to lather my breasts and stomach and hips, thoughts of Rocco’s powerful grasp and luscious mouth almost overwhelming me. I don’t know how I can go through each day with this much craving in my body until we’re together again. Whenever that might be.

  How long will he wait for me? And what will I do if he finds someone else in the interim? I can’t bear it. My hands work up and down the length of my torso, over my ravaged nipples and engorged clit, making a thick cream of soap layer my body as the steam of the hot shower fogs up the glass and my mind.

  The feel of his hands on my breasts, squeezing and molding them is divine. His agile thick fingertips tweak my pellet nipples to a full stretch, both together and I lean back close to a swoon. I almost leap out of my skin when the length of my bare back connects with a wall of solid muscle. The crevasse between my butt cheeks cups a solid bolt of iron that prods back at me eagerly. In that instant I fall into the nether world between imagination and reality, then the shock hits me. A man is in my shower and has my breasts mounded in his heavy hands, his mouth trailing soft nips along the side of my neck and shoulder.

  His hands slide down my foamed stomach, over my hipbones and two fingertips pull my pussy lips apart as the other hand glides along the length of my bulging slit. I moan out loud and relax my body, leaning back into the man’s solid form. His muscular chest holds me easily as he pulls my cleft further open and traces tantalizing circles around my hard triangle making me shudder into him.

  “Come for me, baby,” he moans into my ear.

  “Rocco,” I moan.

  Am I dreaming? How can he be here? How can any man have broken into my shower when I’m locked up tighter than a virgin princess? But especially Rocco who was taken away from me for good?

  “Were you expecting someone else? I told you I’d never leave you.”

  His fingers are whipping me into a frenzy like a musician pummeling his instrument toward crescendo. Bolts of light course down my inner thighs to my toes and bounce back to my eyelids until I’m quivering against his slippery wet hard chest.

  “But how -? Ahhh.” I can’t control my voice or even my thoughts any more. Heat is rampaging through me as the electric response to his expert touch gathers between my legs and travels into my mind. Which is about to be blown. I’m already shaking and shuddering against his wide angled shield of torso. I can’t hold back much longer, the explosion is coming and I’m about to crash right over the edge.

  “Rocco I -”

  “Come baby, Come for me now,” he commands.

  And I do. Great spasms of joy explode from under his fingers and are set free as they flood through every pore of my skin. I’m barely satiated when he’s pulled another burn of exploding sparks from me and I quake all the way down to my toes with delicious release.

  “Oh my god that was -” I pant and gasp, trying to catch some oxygen and unable to articulate actual words.

  “Gorgeous. Just like you.”

  He finishes me off, holding me close to him as I clamor and clench through another tumultuous climax. Then he turns me around to face him and pulls me into his barrel hard torso. I reach up to cup the rough stubble around his chin with my palms as my wet soapy breasts crush into his rocky chest.

  “I need to feel you pull me into your body,” he grits against my ear as I slither my mounds across his washboard ridged chest wall.

  He growls in horny yearning to possess me as he drags my thigh up around his pelvis then easily hitches me up with the other one. He presses me back against the wall and with water pummeling down over our heads and streaming down our connected bodies, spreads my thighs open encasing his pelvis. I grind back toward him as he shoves his huge beautiful cock all the way into my eager tunnel, stretching me open for his breadth and filling my entire length as he brings me down onto his shaft. I moan and scream out loud. My head thrashes back in the sheer mindless delirium of his massive cock sawing in and out, stroking my tingling walls. My breasts rise up to his mouth eagerly, the water pounding the fleshy tops and he tugs each nipple into his succulent firm lips.

  I am spread-eagled against the shower wall as he holds me pinned, his hands fisting my breasts into his lips while his cock rams into my dripping pussy and the tumbling shower water plays even more intense sensations across my clit.

  When Rocco reaches down into my spread folds and strums his thumb pad across my bullet triangle I come completely undone, thr
ashing and bucking between the wall and his wall of chest until I’m left gasping for air. He thrusts his magnificent cock as far into me as possible and our mounds are merged as one to unleash the force of his climax all the way inside me.

  “Oh. My god,” I whimper into Rocco’s neck where I’ve collapsed against him, clasping his broad shoulders even though I will never fall apart as long as he’s inside me.

  “You’re fucking incredible, Lise. I can’t believe the things you do to my body, the way you make me feel body and soul.”

  “And I can’t believe it can be like this. It’s so blinding fucking amazing.”

  “Hang on Baby, cos that’s never gonna change. We’re always gonna be amazing together.”

  He shuts off the shower and reaches for a white puffy towel that he wraps around me after gently stroking the excess water off my breasts and stomach, paying special attention to the swollen pink lips between my thighs.

  “But how, Rocco? How are we going to manage being together now with our parents married and especially with my father running for office? He’ll never let me go.”

  “Neither will I let you go, remember my promise? I’m taking you out of here tonight. Grab what you need.”

  “But how? And how the hell did you get in here through locked doors? Are you some kind of superman?”

  “Just call me the masked avenger? Come on, we’re outta here.” Rocco drags apart the heavy velvet silk drapes then groans. “Oh fuck, I told the boatman to go if I wasn’t back after half an hour.”

  “You came over the balcony?” I can’t help giggling at the corny romance of my bad biker boy. “Just like real Romeo.”

  “You’re gonna regret it you keep teasing me like that.” He pretends to be furious. “Get your stuff together, I’ll get a boat and come back for you.”

  “What are you going to do fly up the wall and carry me off the balcony?”

  “Something like that. Or you can just let down you hair for me to climb up. Just get ready and don’t bring a ton of stuff ‘cos I don’t dig baggage.”

  I watch with my jaw to the floor as he leaps the balcony and lands with an agile thud on the floating dock beneath my window. I rush to the open doors and he looks up with a grin and a twinkle of his sparkling eyes before disappearing into the night.